in a spectrum of darker fantasies i absorbed the myriad auras with delusions harnessed in twisted solace the planets stepped down in pure homage

for each of time i have cast the dice beneath perfectly euclidean constellations my face is lined with sol’s demise and agonised through his transformations

unearthly…netherwordly

virtuous is every sin to me i master the crafts of dying in all of its sordid serenity i find life worth defying my contempt is for those in a dead human sh-ll

netherwordly…unearthly

harboured i became in the shelter of his name forever fedwith the ceremonial gloom the wawes of inferno are my sword, suffering is my shield the might of h-ll is my guide on this endless slaughterfield

the omnipotent colours of armageddon are scathing indeed and the displayed, severed head of the nazarene a skull undressed of all skin, isn’t it ravishing?